Volume 1, Chapter 44: Ripples of the Former Dynasty Yet Unsettled, New Waves Stir Anew Within the Inner Palaces

"Your Majesty, I am your legal mother. Upon his deathbed, the late Emperor entrusted this realm, along with us surviving consorts and your younger brothers and sisters, to your care. You are able to treat your subjects with benevolence, yet can you not show filial piety to your legal mother and brotherly love to your siblings? Our dynasty has always governed the empire through benevolence and filial piety. With Your Majesty acting so cold-blooded and merciless, are you not afraid of inviting public condemnation?" Empress Dowager Renshou looked at Xiao Jin'an with tear-filled eyes.

Such accusations of lacking benevolence and filial piety were burdens even an Emperor could not easily bear.

In this round of the struggle, she could not afford to lose.

"Mother Empress, I am merely fulfilling the noble reputations of you and my imperial younger brother. Your virtues and merits are deeply engraved in my heart. As for my brother, I naturally will not treat him poorly; even though in the coming years there will be no descendants to offer sacrifices..."

"We'll handle these two. Old Wang, smoke that fellow out!" Landon shouted sternly, charging forward first.

Fang Zong pushed Wu Yongci aside, his gaze falling upon Immortal He, and then shifting behind her.

Even if Keiko Nishijō felt burning anger within, she would not stick her head out at a time like this. Fleeing was undoubtedly the optimal choice.

Hou Nitao felt his blood qi surging, unleashing the power of a berserker as veins bulged violently on his forehead. Only then could he carry Lilian with heavy steps, casually collecting the massive pile of dropped items on the ground, and step into the return portal beside Lucas's shattered corpse.

The villa jointly purchased by Jiewen and Yang Qian'er had already completed its renovations, and they had both moved into their new home a day ago.

A barely audible crisp snap echoed the moment the purple curtain formed. The masks of the GBL Cult believers, carved with countless eyes and tentacle patterns, quietly became covered in cracks.

As soon as Wu Changfeng stepped into the internet cafe, he spotted Yang Zining sitting in front of a computer surfing the web. At this moment, after Long Hao, Shi Zhengjun, and the others had all been taken away, he walked up to Yang Zining and said politely.

The two rows of people along the mountain path immediately dropped to their knees upon seeing Zhang Baoyu appear, kneeling with utmost reverence.

Shen Jiaqi and Fu Beiyao walked hand in hand to the orchard, seeing several people weeding while a group of people up on the hillside were loosening the soil.

Naturally, none of these were the reasons Landon felt a headache coming on. It was because his second sister possessed an extremely fiery temper and held an intense aversion toward her younger brother.

Lu Qiyi was currently opening the list of variety shows sent to her by Mo Xuan—all of which he considered to be quite good. After Zhang Yun reviewed them, she passed them along to him unchanged. Since the big boss himself said they were good, there was no need for him to put himself out there and invite comparison.

His current cultivation was not yet invincible. Only when the day of invincibility arrived would he cast aside all restraints, and that would be the moment he could truly do as he pleased.

Having matched wits with the dark forces through so many rounds of missions, the power of light was also playing its part, leaving her extremely curious about the Child of Light—what the Heavenly Emperor, born with the right of inheritance, truly looked like.

Perhaps sensing that her movements were a bit too conspicuous, Yun Meng quickly restrained herself and buried her head in her food. Those translucent earlobes turned even redder than before.

As she spoke, her eyes glanced at the dishes on the table with dissatisfaction and regret, implying what a pity it was that none of these dishes could be eaten anymore.

During her six years in the basement, Qi Yin rarely had the right to choose what she wanted to eat. Most of the time, she simply ate whatever the person delivering the meals brought.

Surrounded by flames, Qianling remained entirely calm and composed. The temperature of this fire was roughly three hundred degrees, maintaining a distance of ten centimeters from her body.

Through Wang Fang's words, Su Wanzhi gained a general understanding of the local customs. Having previously disbelieved in such things, upon arriving in this world, she finally came to believe that there existed another kind of energy beyond human control.

The newcomer was dressed in a tailcoat, carrying a calm expression on his face as his gaze rested upon Andromalius.

In other words, the identity of the general's son was merely a disguise for Dongfang Hao. Was this also possession?

He completely doubted Fang Zong's ability to pull it off, even having prepared himself to collect Fang Zong's corpse afterward.

Tang Hao charged at the vanguard while Hao Zijian provided fire support from behind. When Hao Zijian rushed a building, Tang Hao followed closely behind tossing grenades.

The Profound Armor Cavalrymen by his side were not as valiant as Zhao Yun, yet they skillfully deflected the longspears, preventing them from piercing their horses.

If things had truly progressed to that step, so be it, but just as they were muddle-headedly about to begin, it was abruptly interrupted, leaving both of their hearts filled with awkwardness.

Hearing his name called, Tao Ning looked blankly at Huo Dongmian, who was smiling on the stage. With a nudge from Han Chuan, Tao Ning finally snapped back to his senses.

"Thank you, Chairman," the security guards said in unison. They were all overjoyed; their hard work for a whole year only yielded an annual salary of thirty thousand yuan, but this single payout would earn them a year's wages all at once, and there were even extra bonuses for sustaining injuries, making them unafraid of any danger.

Just as Sister Lin had said, this story chronicled the life of a pianist named Cirlos.

Only, the situation within Yang County filled them with anger; ruined walls could be seen everywhere, and dead bodies alongside disorganized soldiers littered the ground.

He failed to notice Ren Fei, who had just put down his bowl and chopsticks, silently and softly chuckling as he watched Hong Tiangao's cautious demeanor.

Judging from that single sniper shot outside the bridge earlier and her subsequent performance, it was completely clear that Yang Hao and the others had come to rescue her.

In the end, Luo Gang was abandoned because his superior chose to ride back in their Madam's car.

That longspear seemed alive, with the phantom of a coiled soaring snake entwined around it, glaring fiercely at Lin Chen.

She did not understand why. Did he not like this child? That couldn't be; he had clearly brought it up to her previously. So what was this for?

She had not expected that beneath the Liu family villa there would actually be fully equipped auxiliary testing instruments and a modern comprehensive operating room.

A gasp of cold breath echoed as Su Ruohan pursed her lips, looking at the servants in the courtyard as if they had seen a ghost.

This time, only crude facial features could be discerned. Wu Yue had completely transformed into a creature devoid of flesh and blood.

The moment Nie Weidong's feet touched the ground, he eagerly reached out to feel Jiang Mi's wrist, anxious to check her physical condition.

It was all caused by this femme fatale. Had she not come to live in this town, Nie Weidong would have remained completely fine all along.

Like it or not, Master Yue had long since seen through all these things. Humans were not saints; not feeling resentment or hatred was impossible. There were still people she disliked, and quite a few of them at that.